Imperial Beach Has Spice

Woodward & Bernstein are names that resonate in America because the men behind those names are the men that broke the Watergate story in the early 1970’s. This is 2012 America so most people don’t know that Woodward & Bernstein is not an office of legal counsel or that Watergate is a not some sort of door that swings open and shut for running water. Come to think of it, most people in America probably can’t even define the word, “resonate.”

I am not one of the people I’ve just described. I am VERY smart with a hyper-analytical brain. Technically that makes my brain abnormal, just like Albert Einstein, retarded folk & the creature from the film, “Young Frankenstein.” Abbey something. Abbey what? Abbey Normal.

I live in Imperial Beach, which suffers from a lack of journalistic talent. There are no Woodwards or Bernsteins in South Bay San Diego. If the Coronado Bridge caught fire, reporters in Imperial Beach wouldn’t find out unless they read about it competing newspapers or saw photos of the event on my blog. A reporter in Imperial Beach wouldn’t know a good story even if someone broke into a hotel, stole classified papers & brought down a presidency for them. I’m just saying.

There is a drug out there called, Spice, that has crippled Imperial Beach. You smoke it like weed, or so I’ve heard. Not that I care, but nobody seems to care. Anyone in a position to talk about it or stop it has been mute on the subject. I threw a bone to the powers that be and the powers that don’t, but there are no Woodwards or Bernsteins around to run with the information.

I had taken it upon myself to create a nice, neat little package for anyone to look at. This package would contain details of the Spice trade and trade routes. That’s right; the Spice trade now is run just like the spice trade from 1000 years ago. Why? Because law enforcement of today knows FUCK ALL about how merchants from the Middle Ages operated. Get it? I’ll give you a hint… No phone calls, emails or texts. No FaceBook updates, Twitter posts or Skype teleconferences. No bank accounts, wire transfers or PayPal payments. There are only the people that produce & use Spice. There are no middlemen, no wasted steps.

But nobody cares. So, Imperial Beach, the only photo in this post is a portrait of you, taken today with a junkie’s syringe on your face. The needle isn’t mine and yes, I know it wasn’t used to inject spice, but, finding this needle on Palm Ave was a catalyst for this post. Cheers!